Well, today pretty much blew. Mrs T forgot to take me out of my bag when the latest in a long line of snotty kids returned me to school, so I spent the whole day in a dark, scary place (and I’m not just talking about my mind). The bag smelt like used socks – in fact, a cage would have been preferable actually. Plus I was still wearing my woolly hat and felt as hot as the fiery pits of hell. If my friends at the factory could see me now, they’d be (attempting to) turn in their production line.